Football: My AI System Provides Max-Level Predictions-Chapter 29 Harsh Recipe: Pasta Only Allows Black Pepper!

Chapter 29: Chapter 29 Harsh Recipe: Pasta Only Allows Black Pepper!

"Is it here, Mr. Chiwo, I..."

"Just do as I say!"

The tone of Chiwo was unquestionable, and Tang Long had no choice but to comply.

In a flash, he stripped down until he was left with only a pair of red briefs, and Chiwo indicated that was enough.

On the training ground with just the two of them, Tang Long was wearing only a pair of red briefs, his entire body bare.

In the distance, an old man working on the turf turned off the lawnmower’s key, rested his hands on the handlebar, and curiously looked at the two.

Chiwo took a careful look at Tang Long’s muscle definition from head to toe.

He even went so far as to pinch certain parts like the shoulders, abdomen, thighs, and calves.

This left Tang Long bewildered, unsure of what Chiwo was doing.

Chiwo fiddled around while squatting for quite a while.

Finally, he stood up.

Chiwo smiled lightly and then, in front of Tang Long, also stripped down completely.

"Mr. Chiwo, what are you doing?"

Tang Long was full of questions, incredulous towards Chiwo.

What exactly did he want to do?

Chiwo just stood face to face with Tang Long.

"Tang, I am 34 years old this year, have been retired from Inter for almost a year. Look at my body, where is it different from yours?"

This was Tang Long’s first time seeing Chiwo’s naked body.

He noticed, this legendary defender who had won the treble for Inter.

Although retired for nearly a year, his muscle definition was very well-proportioned.

Chiwo, standing at 184 cm tall, wasn’t the muscular type, but the areas that should have muscles had visible definition, and where there shouldn’t be fat, like the abdomen, was extremely flat.

Especially Chiwo’s waist, which was made to look slender by his broad shoulders.

His entire upper body formed a beautiful inverted triangle.

And Chiwo’s lower body surprised Tang Long even more!

His thighs were sturdy like old tree trunks, and his calves were straight and gleamed with muscle tone.

The scar from the surgery on his right knee was clearly visible.

This was the reward of his 16-year career.

"Mr. Chiwo, I didn’t expect that after almost a year of retirement, your physique is still maintained so well!

In the locker room, I can observe the bodies of first-team teammates up close. It’s no exaggeration to say more than half of them don’t maintain their physiques as well as you do!"

Chiwo’s face showed a look of pride.

"Haha, I’m not bragging. Although I am 34, have retired for over a year without professional training, with my current physical condition, playing 45 minutes in a Serie A match would be no problem."

Compared to Chiwo, Tang Long’s physique seemed somewhat lackluster.

He smiled awkwardly.

Tang Long stood at 182 cm, a centimeter above the average height of Serie A players.

But his weight was only 70 kg.

In Eastern culture, Tang Long’s body would be considered quite proportionate.

But in the professional European arena, this weight was still too light.

"Your pecs are not very prominent, your abs definition comes from being slim, and your back, the framework is there but doesn’t fill you out, also, your leg’s core muscle group has great potential for improvement."

Chiwo continued to analyze: "I watched the recording of your match against Genoa. During the double challenge on you, you had jumped already, but when you landed, you twisted your ankle slightly. This still stems from insufficient leg muscle strength."

"Insufficient muscle strength not only makes you suffer in confrontations, be easily bullied, but more importantly, you’re also prone to injuries. You are still young now, but once you pass the age of 20, this will become your Achilles’ heel!"

"Tang, I have a three-month special training program for you. Originally, I wanted to start with your basic skills, but your muscle strength has great room for improvement. From today onwards, you need to change your diet, sleep, and training content!"

That day for lunch, Tang Long did not go home but ate with Chiwo at the club’s restaurant.

Chiwo had Tang Long sit while he personally served him the meal.

A plate of spaghetti, a grilled steak, a plate of chicken breast, six scoops of broccoli, and a cup of 200 ml sugar-free yogurt.

Chiwo’s dish was exactly the same, except the steak was replaced with salmon.

Tang Long looked at the bare plate of spaghetti in front of him and looked troubled.

He had eaten spaghetti before.

However, when Tang Long ate, he would add tomato sauce, which tasted better.

Slurping it up, it was like the Chinese tomato noodle soup.

"Eating spaghetti alone, without any seasoning, seems difficult to swallow," Tang Long said.

Chiwo took a small bottle from the neighboring table and sprinkled a couple of shakes onto his spaghetti.

"Spaghetti out of the pot, without any condiments including sugar, oil, and salt, just a sprinkle of black pepper, can be a rare delicacy, believe me, try it?"

Right in front of Tang Long, Chiwo mixed black pepper into the spaghetti and indulged heartily.

Tang Long took two bites, forcing himself to swallow.

It really was very unpalatable~

Tang Long wasn’t used to black pepper and found it a bit nasal.

The most important thing was it wasn’t salty enough, it tasted bland and flavorless.

In fact, Tang Long didn’t eat a lot of spaghetti.

His stomach was still accustomed to the hometown flavors, preferring rice.

"Tang, I looked into your Chinese eating habits, you’re used to consuming high-carb, high-fat, high-oil foods, these dishes indeed taste great.

But this habit is just like how we Westerners indulge in McDonald’s burgers, not conducive to your body becoming stronger.

You need to start with eating habits. I’m not saying your country’s eating habits are bad, but often the menu in front of you is more suitable for someone who wants to endure 90 minutes of intense Serie A confrontation, a professional footballer, do you understand what I mean?"

Following this, Chiwo laid out the menu for Tang Long’s breakfast and dinner.

Breakfast consisted of two pieces of whole wheat bread, avoiding all condiments, including but not limited to peanut butter, cheese sauce, etc., then two boiled eggs, a glass of freshly squeezed juice with no sugar, plus one apple.

Dinner would still be black pepper spaghetti, three boiled eggs, a bowl of vegetable salad without any dressing, and the meat could be either boiled chicken breast or grilled salmon.

Meanwhile, snacks are suitable at ten o’clock and four in the afternoon, and protein powder should be consumed too.

"I know you don’t smoke or drink, I don’t need to emphasize these, this is the baseline.

What I need to highlight is, the sensation of carbonated drinks is indeed enticing, especially for someone your age, well, I allow you to have a 250 ml glass of cola once a month."

Tang Long immediately said:

"Mr. Chiwo rest assured, I don’t have a habit of drinking carbonated beverages, purely because I don’t like the feeling of bubbles rushing into the mouth."

Tang Long paused and said: "I feel you’re like a team’s nutritionist, but you’re stricter than the first team’s nutritionist, here, salads are provided with dressing."

Chiwo’s face showed the subway old man’s "eh" expression.

"It seems Manci is still lenient in this area, of course, he is the first team’s head coach, it’s impossible for him to personally handle everything, and those below him might not necessarily listen to him."

"But Tang, regarding your body, please trust me completely, you’re just 18 years old, your muscles haven’t fully defined, you must pay attention in terms of diet."

Tang Long had a question in his mind that he couldn’t help but ask Chiwo:

"Enhancing muscle strength, is it just about eating?"

"You’re dreaming," Chiwo chuckled, "your devil training, I just opened a gentle Chapter, from now on every day, besides completing first team training, you must also train with me!"

"Your goal here with me is to have a physique that can withstand 90 minutes of Serie A confrontation."

At this point, Chiwo collected his laughter.

He became serious.

"Tang, I need to be frank with you, if your body remains as frail as it is now, your above-average game vision can only position you as a substitute dark horse, Manci absolutely will not let you into the starting lineup!"